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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Stranger</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When trouble haunts me, need I sigh?<br>No, rather smile away despair;<br>For those have been more sad than I,<br>With burthens more than I could bear;<br>Aye, gone rejoicing under care<br>Where I had sunk in black despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When pain disturbs my peace and rest,<br>Am I a hopeless grief to keep,<br>When some have slept on torture's breast<br>And smiled as in the sweetest sleep,<br>Aye, peace on thorns, in faith forgiven,<br>And pillowed on the hope of heaven?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though low and poor and broken down,<br>Am I to think myself distrest?<br>No, rather laugh where others frown<br>And think my being truly blest;<br>For others I can daily see<br>More worthy riches worse than me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye, once a stranger blest the earth<br>Who never caused a heart to mourn,<br>Whose very voice gave sorrow mirth--<br>And how did earth his worth return?<br>It spurned him from its lowliest lot,<br>The meanest station owned him not;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An outcast thrown in sorrow's way,<br>A fugitive that knew no sin,<br>Yet in lone places forced to stray--<br>Men would not take the stranger in.<br>Yet peace, though much himself he mourned,<br>Was all to others he returned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His presence was a peace to all,<br>He bade the sorrowful rejoice.<br>Pain turned to pleasure at his call,<br>Health lived and issued from his voice.<br>He healed the sick and sent abroad<br>The dumb rejoicing in the Lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The blind met daylight in his eye,<br>The joys of everlasting day;<br>The sick found health in his reply;<br>The cripple threw his crutch away.<br>Yet he with troubles did remain<br>And suffered poverty and pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet none could say of wrong he did,<br>And scorn was ever standing bye;<br>Accusers by their conscience chid,<br>When proof was sought, made no reply.<br>Yet without sin he suffered more<br>Than ever sinners did before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Clare">John Clare</a><div class=q>
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No, rather smile away despair;
For those have been more sad than I,
With burthens more than I could bear;
Aye, gone rejoicing under care
Where I had sunk in black despair.

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